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letra de all american boy - bob dylan & the band

[verse 1]
well, i bought me a guitar, put it in tune
went out there the month of june
’twas a hot dog night and a stick in a roar
everybody was a-down on this side
there was a holy cow (holy cow)
mean cow (mean cow)
double jaw (double jaw)
cow (cow)

[verse 2]
well, i’ll tell you a story about how to become
an all american boy, you can beat on a drum
beat on a drum from five to six
you’ll be rock ‘n’ rollin’ soon gettin’ your kicks
it’s a good job (good job)
join the band ([?] in the band)
bring your hand (pick your hand)

[verse 3]
clean your hand and come up tight
roll a smoke and down at night
hold on a train, on a whiskey jar
settle it down there you are
hold it steady
pick it up now
now hit it (makin’ the girls giggle)
[verse 4]
yes, you’ll be makin’ thеm little girlies giggle
you’ll bе makin’ ’em all just jump up an’ down an’ wiggle
empty their socks, in their britches
all you’ll find that soon you’ll be itches
itches all over
itch in your pants
itch while you dance
itchin’ on down to the corn’ of france

[verse 5]
well, i know a boy yesterday
he become a guitar and he floated away
he played his bars and he played ’em all
he’s just on there havin’ a ball
kicking a hot storm up over the ocean
he took himself a notion

[verse 6]
he got some lotion and
he put it on his guitar, put it on him
next time you knew you can call him jim
down the road, boy, they call him slim
they don’t care if [?] carry him
just a minute now, you’ll see what i mean
(uncle sam
(in this land)
(rippin’ up draft cards, an’ all that)
[verse 7]
well, sooner or later a man’s gonna come
he gonna take a look at you, look at your drum
he’d be a man and he’ll take you home
yeah, he’ll take you out to his farm
he’ll give you a good one
he’ll give it to ya
well, you meet- (girls don’t giggle no more)

[verse 8]
well, sooner or later you’re bound to meet his wife
and you’ll come in ‘n’ have the time of your life
just pickin’ the gum, pickin’ up a star
pickin’ up goin’ and goin’ to the bar
you and your manager (pickin’ my nose)

[verse 9]
well, you’ll wanna know about the manager soon
he’ll just take you outside and put you on the moon
he’ll buy you new clothes, new pair of shoes
you’ll be walk’ away with the drummer blues
you’d be a fine drummer
pick ’em as a comer
dog hummer

- bob dylan the band

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